"So Sweet"

Text/Suiyu

[Guang'an Bank] Dear Ms. Song Mi, your personal credit card with our bank has been overdue for 2 days, and the total amount owed is 15,653,209 yuan. Please repay it as soon as possible.

When he received this text message, Song Mi had just stopped coughing violently, but he still had a bottle of cheap cough liquid in his hand that he had not yet opened.

The finger movement stops.

Song Mi freed up a hand, picked up the phone, glanced at it, and turned the screen upside down on the table.

I couldn't help but let out a long breath.

She unscrewed the cough liquid and poured it into the bottle cap with a scale. Before she could drink it, she heard someone calling her.

"Song Mi, the editor-in-chief calls you!"

This point?

There's nothing good about being on time when you're about to get off work.

Song Mi stood up in a hurry and accidentally knocked over the bottle of cough drops. The brown-black viscous liquid inside spilled out and was everywhere, including documents, clothes, the table, and the work badge he was wearing in front of him.

There was no time to tidy up carefully, Song Mi took out a few pieces of paper, wiped off his work badge and walked to the editor-in-chief's office.

With the wiping, the black fonts on the work badge were clearly visible.

Bairi Publishing House·Planning Editor: Song Mi.

Holding two paper balls in his hands, Song Mi pushed open the door of the editor-in-chief's office. Editor-in-chief Qiu Dan stared at the computer screen without blinking: "After I read all the topics, only one of yours failed."

"ah?"

Hearing Song Mi's slightly surprised tone, Qiu Dan slowly raised his eyes to look at her: "Is there any problem? The ten books you submitted are either sensitive in subject matter and not suitable for publication, or the data is so bad that it is hard to read. Tell me

I have a total collection of only 2,000 yuan. After it is published, how many people can buy it?"

"Campus articles are only available on the website." Song Mi explained while holding back the itch in his throat, "I have done market research and found that the sales of campus articles in the past three years have been very good. Some authors even have ten pre-sales.

Tens of thousands..."

"With a pre-sale of more than 100,000, that's the leading author with millions of fans on Weibo!" Qiu Dan interrupted her, tapping her fingers on the table three times, "And the two campus articles you submitted are all

New author Song Mi, you have been in the publishing industry for two years, right?"

Song Mi closed his mouth and coughed twice, then hummed softly.

Qiu Dan stood up, picked up her copy of the topic plan, walked around the desk and came to her, "Then you also know that we only rely on publishing sales, so keep an eye on those articles with high statistics, okay?"

"

really.

Song Mi knew very well that his salary was completely equal to the sales of books, "Okay."

"Make a new topic plan and send it to my email before getting off work." Qiu Dan stuffed the old plan into her arms.

Song Mi turned his head and started coughing violently.

Qiu Dan patted her shoulder and said: "I don't want you to drag your sick body to work overtime, but I received the latest news that a big leader will come down for a raid soon. As the largest publishing company under the group, Bairi

The company may be at gunpoint."

Big leader?

Song Mi was curious and asked: "How big is the leader?"

"I heard that we are talking about Nishizawa and President Xi Jinping."

As long as you are in Ducheng, there will be no one who doesn't know how to talk about Xize.

These three words are mentioned too often.

I studied at the University of London, a famous G5 super elite university in Europe, with a bachelor's degree and a master's degree. I ranked first in my professional grades every year. I published more than 30 papers in top international journals and conferences, and graduated with full marks.

Many financial veterans have given him high praise several times and predicted that he will become a legend in the industry.

All predictions were confirmed after Tan Nishizawa returned to China.

In the three years since he took over the Yingda Group, he has achieved astonishing results in turning over his assets every year, quickly becoming the mysterious figure number one on the rich list.

Why is he said to be mysterious?

Tan Xize has never appeared in public, and all reports about him are just dense text. No matter how good the media is, they have not been able to get a photo of him to be placed on the financial page.

"That's not true," Song Mi said, "Yingda is involved in so many industries, including real estate, jewelry, entertainment, film and television, etc., so it's not like a publishing company came to conduct a surprise investigation, right?"

Qiu Dan shrugged: "Who knows, what if? So during this period of time, we must be 100% focused and do a good job. If Mr. Tan really comes down to make a surprise inspection, we can also produce some results."

Song Mi nodded: "Okay."

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After washing his hands in the toilet, Song Mi covered his mouth and coughed all the way back to his work station. The phone on the table was ringing.

Her boyfriend Sheng Kaixu called.

"Baby, I want to tell you something, don't be angry." Sheng Kaixu's voice came with a deep apology.

"What's up?"

"My boss wants me to work overtime, so I'll probably be very late." Sheng Kaixu said, "I'm not sure what time I can get off work, so I can't pick you up to celebrate your first anniversary."

Song Mi took out a few pieces of paper and wiped the remaining cough liquid stains on the table: "It's okay, it's not a big deal, how can you be angry."

She glanced at the topic selection plan at hand: "To be honest, I have to work overtime tonight."

Sheng Kaixu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good! Don't worry, tonight's surprise will be saved for you tomorrow."

"Okay." Song Mi's heart warmed, and he covered his mouth with his hand and said softly, "Happy anniversary."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Jia, the colleague next to her, turned her head and asked her with a concerned smile: "Are you going to work overtime again?"

"That's right." Song Mi frowned, "I heard that Tan Xize will come down to conduct a surprise investigation. I can't hold back everyone."

As long as Tan Xize is mentioned, the female colleagues in the company are always very excited, and Chu Jia is no exception: "Mr. Tan is super handsome, and is known as the walking model face!"

The walking model face...how handsome it must be.

Song Mi glanced at her: "Have you seen it?"

"That's not true, but none of the rumors say he is ugly, so it shouldn't be too bad."

"No matter how handsome a capitalist is, he is still a capitalist, a ruthless blood-sucking machine." Song Mi pinched the dirty tissue and threw it into the trash can at his feet, "Today's shift is for him."

"That's right." Chu Jia put on her bag and stood up, "I'm off work. You try to finish it as soon as possible."

"good."

Chu Jia walked out and then turned back: "The weather forecast says it will rain. Try not to work part-time tonight."

After a new topic selection was made, Song Mi rubbed his sore shoulders and saw that the time in the lower right corner of the computer had jumped to half past nine.

She sped up her action and sent the topic selection to the editor's mailbox.

She is the last one in the company to get off work tonight.

It was late autumn, and as soon as Song Mi left the office building, she felt a bleak cool breeze blowing in her face, causing her to subconsciously shrink her neck and tighten her arms.

He walked quickly towards the carport where the battery car was parked.

Song Mi took out the key in his bag, unlocked it, and took out a white safety helmet from the storage compartment under the seat cushion. There were two cute bunny ears on the top of the hat.

Putting on his safety helmet, Song Mi rode on the battery car and put one foot on the ground to stabilize his balance.

Haven't set out for a long time.

She was struggling between whether to go home directly or work part-time to take out a few takeaway orders.

Two months ago, Song Mi would never have been worried about this kind of thing. At that time, she was still a rich lady who had no worries about food and clothing. Her family was not particularly rich, but she was still considered middle class, with an annual income of several

million.

How could she be like now, so poor that she only had nine yuan left in WeChat change, while she and her entire family were in debt worth tens of millions.

It would be nice if the family didn't go bankrupt...

never mind.

I don’t have time to feel sad about spring and autumn. I can take out a takeout order and earn a few bucks during this time.

Song Mi took out her mobile phone and opened the takeout order app, covering her mouth and coughing while refreshing the order page.

Soon, she got an order.

Pick up the goods from a nearby pharmacy and deliver them to a community five kilometers away.

Song Mi put away her phone, turned the key, put her feet on the pedals, and turned the right handle to start.

The pharmacy was very close to her location, only a few hundred meters away. She parked the battery on the roadside, took out the yellow take-out clothes from the storage box and put them on.

When I entered the store, the clerk was putting a box of condoms into a plastic bag.

Song Mi stopped in front of the long glass cabinet and waited. A strong itching rushed into her throat. The moment she turned her face to cough, she happened to see the model number on the condom box in the bag. It was extremely small.
To be continued...